The Starless

5/13/2019

The Starless

These wretched stars
No longer gleam
Unnatural creatures
Stirring in the dim

I no longer live their
A cadaver no more
Writhing nightmare
A visage to abhor

Welcome to the starless
The dream which I create
A mounting darkness
Summoned by my hate

Within the black
Of storms so great
Dragging you back
I, the unhallowed, wait

Witness the end
Of all that’s divine
Watch the light bend
Consumed by the darkness of mine

This is the starless
Your wretched fate
A writhing darkness
Swallowed by my hate

They surge from the walls
To take what’s theirs
Unblinking as the blood falls
To feast on your fears

Give up your bones
Spare us the tears
Your sorrowful tones
A pleasure to our ears

We are the starless
We are your fate
Become the darkness
Give me your hate

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)